Catching an inconspicuous opening in the recovery between Shane's successive attacks, the Phantom King kicked him all the way to the other end of the Red Continent.
Then, propelled by his flight and mental power, the Phantom King flashed forward in pursuit. Raising both fists, he began proclaiming what he believed was his imminent victory.
"So please, let your body die here. I won't even spare the phantom you leave behind after death. I'll find you and kill you again, so you truly die in this space forever!"
Shane had taken that heavy blow because he had been distracted by considering other solutions. Now, he was honestly at a loss for words as the Phantom King chased after him.
This guy's ability to predict the course of a battle was a complete mess, too. Even if Shane switched his brain off and fought him head-on, the guy would struggle to kill him within six months.
Even wrapped in a layer of practically cheat-level mental armor, he was only barely stronger than Shane. Where did he get the confidence to proclaim victory already?
If Shane stopped trying to win quickly and really kept trading blows with the Phantom King in a drawn-out stalemate...
Wouldn't things get awkward a month later?
Never mind that-even if they only fought for another day and night, wouldn't the humiliation after that victory speech sting?
"You really don't seem like a Kryptonian who served in the military. I thought your personalities were supposed to be written into your genes."
Shane delivered his current assessment of the Phantom King expressionlessly, flipping over to evade the crushing blow of his fists.
"Don't lump me in with those Kryptonians whose lives were dictated by their genes from birth..." Shane swept an elbow across. The vicious strike should have made